Oh, Burroughsby, back from another safari, I see? Quite nice, yes those are magnificent trophies. Lion, hippo, all that. Rather. No, no, I'm not belittling you. Of course, excellent hunting and all that, it's just...well, don't you tire of the usual beasts. It's so predictable. Stalk, hide, shoot. Stalk, hide, shoot. Drink, drink, shoot. Don't you long for something more challenging? More cunning?
You do? I thought you might. Come, step into this alcove, where the rest of the Adventurer's League can't hear us.
Burroughby, I own an island. Not too big, in the Caribbean. Deserted. Miles away from the nearest land. And there, you can hunt the most dangerous, clever, devilish game you can possibly imagine. Legal? Hardly, by international law...but then...I own the island, don't I? Burroughsby, I'm talking about -- oh good god no, not humans! Burroughsby! I'm shocked! How dare you suggest that? I would never!
I'm talking about koalas.
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